hearing people say mON-tree-all just makes it easier to tell who’s a tourist
I sometimes have a hard time dealing with the fact that the lyrics are
I like big butts and I cannot lie
as opposed to..
I like big butts in a can, I like
I must have been really desperate to write this in my research logbook:
The gods of Internet are smiling at me today because I’ve found a documentary!
whyyyyyy
ohhhhhh this book is so bizzare. i was reading out lound any my voice changed to southern? i don’t wanna post much cause i feel like i’m gonna regret the lameness of my posts in the future. ayways it’s pretty good yeah.
there should be like a paint option in tumblr so i can doodle in where it’s white in here cause it’s bothering me shitloads.
If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal - cutting injuries and insults of serrated and poison-dripping edge - so, too, there are consolations of tone too fine for the ear not fondly and for ever to retain their echo: caressing kindnesses - loved, lingered over through a whole life, recalled with unfaded tenderness, and answering the call with undimmed shine, out of that raven cloud foreshadowing Death himself.
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| — | Charlotte Brontë, Villette |
